|I'm really fucking pleased with this drawing I did of Zack Ryder.|
Second Chance - Chapter 18It was several hours later that Chris awoke, the warm morning light shining in through the window and forming a pool on the bare floor in front of him. He opened one lazy eye, listening out to find out if Taylor was up yet. He listened hard, but all he could hear was the sounds of the local wildlife outside. Nope, didn’t seem like Taylor was active yet. His eyes darted over to the clock on the wall.Second Chance - Chapter 18 by littleblackmariah
Five minutes past eleven. He’d gotten a decent amount of sleep, anyway. He stretched his arms out, looking down at his hands.
Which is when he realised that they weren’t hands at all, they were paws. He was shocked, for a single moment, before calming again, hunkering down into the old fabric. What was it that the old council member had told him, whatever he was called? George, that was it, what he was called. The one with receding grey hair who’d traded that rabbit for a pigeon at the meeting, once he’d noticed that Chris was uncomfortable. Before they’d
Balthazar And The Word Of God.It was a cool autumn morning, leaves had fallen from the trees and were crunching underfoot in the misty woods where they were walking, trying to locate one of the many crypts that had been hidden before Lucifer was caged. Eyes gazing sharply around for any signs of demons, Sam and Dean, with a vague set of instructions from the captured Meg, were hot on the trail of one, then they heard the sound of wings.Balthazar And The Word Of God. by Cuddlepuss
Expecting it to be Castiel, Dean turned, smiling, to face the direction the sound had come from, the smile falling from his face when he saw a different set of blue eyes looking at him. ”Balthazar” He spat, the name like a poison dart leaving a blowpipe. What are YOU doing here? Decided to run home with your tail between your legs, like a whipped puppy?
Balthazar, an unamused expression on his face, replied ”Really Dean, I come all this way to warn you, and that’s the best you’ve to say? I don’t even know whether to bother or not.
L.E.G.O.L.A.S.L is for Loyal,
True to your cause.
E is for Errant,
Brave without pause.
G is for Gorgeous,
With your dreamy looks.
O is for Omen,
You read without books.
L is for Limpid,
Eyes like deep pools.
A is for Arrows,
Your battling tools.
S is for Sacrifice,
Given up by fools.
Legolas you’re handsome,
Loyal and true.
There is no other,
Quite like you.
Truthful, and farsighted,
The signs you can read.
Helping to keep safe,
and so, jointly, succeed.
The Angel And The Merman P5 The alarm had long since stopped sounding and silence had settled over the cells. Each person sat alone, deep in thought. The empty cell next to Alice’s was glaringly obvious and no one could stand to look in it.
“Do- do you think . . .?” Kat finally broke the silence, looking up from the dirty floor, hope still flickering dully in her eyes.
“Maybe.” Claudia replied, smiling gently, “Maybe he’s free and getting help now.”
“But what if he’s not?” Alice contradicted her, having finally stopped crying.
“Then at least he had the guts to try.” Ray attempted to comfort her, but it didn’t help. Alice simply retreated into the darkest corner of her cell, pushing herself back with her scraped up palms.
“When do you think we’ll know?”
“They have to come in at soon- they have to feed us.” Claude reasoned, but the realised what she’d s
The Angel and The Merman P4 Kat was curled up in the corner of her cell; her thin arms clasped tightly around the legs that were drawn up to her chest. The walls that closed in around her blurred as her mind sank into its own depths, trying to reclaim the idea she’d been shaping earlier. It was there, somewhere in the recess of her mind, she just couldn’t decipher what it was. It was like it was wrapped in a code she had made, yet she’d forgotten how to crack it. Trying to draw it into the middle of her mind so she could see it better, Kat was forced out of her stupor by a loud clatter. Jumping, her head shot up to the source of the sound. The door to Gerard’s cell was lying on the stone slabs that made up the worn, cracked floor. Gerard stood next to it, his body having contorted into that of a sleek, tortoiseshell cat, around the size of a burly human. A low hiss slipped through his teeth as he slowly padded over to Frank’s cell, the same way a predator would s
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Never underestimate a girl’s love for her favorite band. Never think even for a minute, that she won’t defend them to her death. Because it’s not just the music that makes that band her favorite. It’s the guys, the gals. It’s the fans. People whom of which she has interacted with thanks to the band. That band might of saved her life, or just made her smile everyday. That band has never broke her heart and has yet to leave her. No wonder she finds such joy in her music.